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I got back to my room at the B&B and locked every window and door up tight. Not that wood and glass would stop a vampire bent on ripping my head off, no. But what the hell am I going to do? I saw a man tie a SIG Sauer into a knot. I saw the same man command two different people to drink his blood. One of those people was my own employer, Marcus Stone, and not two minutes later I was ordered to drink from Marcus’s wrist as a way to bind me to him … as some sort of initiation or oath of secrecy. And to put the cherry on that fucked up sundae, I actually did it.<br><br> | I got back to my room at the B&B and locked every window and door up tight. Not that wood and glass would stop a vampire bent on ripping my head off, no. But what the hell am I going to do? I saw a man tie a SIG Sauer into a knot. I saw the same man command two different people to drink his blood. One of those people was my own employer, Marcus Stone, and not two minutes later I was ordered to drink from Marcus’s wrist as a way to bind me to him … as some sort of initiation or oath of secrecy. And to put the cherry on that fucked up sundae, I actually did it.<br><br> | ||
| − | It was that or die.<br><br | + | It was that or die.<br><br. |
This wasn’t a basement full of Russian Mafiya thugs. The worst ''they'' could do to me was kill me. They were only human, after all. The people in the room tonight were not human. They were vampires. Honest to God vampires and I had a damned good idea what they’d do to me if I refused to comply. No matter what, I wasn’t going to lie down and die. I didn’t do it for the Russians. I wasn’t going to do it for these bloodsucking bastards, either. Even though it would have been all kinds of convenient for them if I’d had.<br><br> | This wasn’t a basement full of Russian Mafiya thugs. The worst ''they'' could do to me was kill me. They were only human, after all. The people in the room tonight were not human. They were vampires. Honest to God vampires and I had a damned good idea what they’d do to me if I refused to comply. No matter what, I wasn’t going to lie down and die. I didn’t do it for the Russians. I wasn’t going to do it for these bloodsucking bastards, either. Even though it would have been all kinds of convenient for them if I’d had.<br><br> | ||
